Chapter 1: Rude Awakening
The luminant moon reflecting off the water. The humid air comforted me in my absence of sleep. I was staring out at the pier. A familiar face came behind me and said my name, but something was wrong. His lips moved and he said something inaudible to anyone but me, but he said it with such an edge it made shivers travel down my spine. Soon I was following his back into the dark forest ahead of us.
I woke up with a hard thud against my bedroom floor. "Ow, that really hurt" I looked at my alarm clock. "Damn, it's only three in the morning." I rubbed my head and noticed I was dripping in a cold sweat. Then I recalled my dream. "As if living through it wasn't enough" I whispered to myself.
I walked to my bathroom and took a glimpse in the mirror. Apparently I had forgotten to take off my black eye shadow, because at the moment I looked like a panda. I took a long hot shower and took another look in the mirror. The difference without makeup is extraordinary. I could just as easily be confused with one of the prissy popular girls at my old school, too bad changing the egg's shell does not change the yolk inside.
I'm Mikan Sakura. I have long, wavy, brown hair down at my waist. It was the color that some girls would pay a good fifty bucks at the salon to have. I've had a baby face all my life, and even though I'm 16, I could easily be confused with a 13 year old. My height didn't help either since I only stood at a measly 5 feet high. The only thing that was average for my age was my body, which unfortunately gave me way more attention than I desire, which by-the-way is none whatsoever. But hey, that's what masking tape and baggy clothes are for. The tape being for the chest and the clothes for everything else, in case one of you geniuses is slow on the uptake.
At first glance I was like an ironing board, but luckily for me I didn't get much of a second glance. Why you ask? Well let's just say I put on as much makeup as a harlequin. Underneath my clown-like makeup, was a cream like complexion, not as white as paper but not as dark as caramel. In between somewhere I suppose. I had a flat nose and cheeks that according to my sisters are, "Oh so adorable" Thank God I'll never hear that again. My eyes are hazel but in the light they turn colors from green to yellow. Weird right, but that's one of the main reasons I tend to avoid light.
Alright I know what you're thinking. Why go through so much trouble to appear ugly. Well there are three answers to that question:
1) permanent solutions are too expensive
2) beauty is only skin deep
3) dumbass boys won't bother me this way.
The last one is the main reason. I never want a guy to as much as look at me.
Well unfortunately for me this new school I just transferred to has a p—r—e—t—t—y strict policy. Oh please who am I kidding, that's putting it lightly. No makeup, no jewelry, no belts, no shoelaces, nothing electronic, and of course the cherry on top, uniforms. Not just any type of uniforms, oh no. A SKIRT!! And to make things worse the school confiscated my tape. Who kills themselves with tape! Now I know what you're thinking once again. "This school sounds like a prison" Well you're pretty close. Gakuen Alice. It's a school for three types of people.
1) The people who have bad lives and take it out on little puppies
2) The people who think beating the shit out of others is amusing
3) People who exhibit "emotionally distressed behavior"
Of course there's separate buildings for the 3 divisions. Hell division 2 is practically a building for sociopaths! I fall into the third division. I'm guessing you wanna know why. Well I'll try to keep it short since the long version (long is putting it lightly) has too many soap opera moments.
Well it all started with an English essay, we had to write in class. (The only class I don't skip anyway) We had to make a quote that describes our lives. Well mine was 'Life is an obligation, that you can't get out of.' Yeah, I know that's pretty emo, but I was having a rough day, sue me. My English teacher sent the paper to my guidance counselor, who, just by looking at the way I dress, placed me under the label "experiencing emotional distress and is a threat to herself " Sounds like a smart way to say emo If you ask me.
My "parents" who had already gotten tired of my "depressed phase", as they called it, sent me here. I think it's just because by the time I get out of this boarding school I'll be 18. Then they can just pull the "legal age not my problem" card. Well whatever, here I am.
"No point in putting on makeup." I brushed my hair and pulled it into a high pony tail and put on a black t-shirt and sweats. I walked past the uniform on a hanger eyeing it in disgust. It was still only four in the morning. "I'll just take a walk" I said to myself. I walked down the empty stairwell and out the front door. It was drizzling but that was no problem, a little rain never killed anyone.
I let a smile run on my face as the water splashed against it. I soon began to skip. Yes, skip. Hey everybody's got a goofy side. My little frolic was cut short however by an abrupt trip courtesy of my converse lace. "Nice one Sakura" I muttered dusting myself off. I then heard a light chuckle from the trees. "Who's there" I called. There was no answer. I shook off the uneasy feeling I was having and went back to my room.